The twins were at it again.
Suguru Geto sat cross-legged, a cup of tea in hand, trying very hard to look like a dignified cult leader. But his so-called "disciples" were staring at him with matching grins.
"Geto-sama," Nanako began, twirling a lock of her own hair, "if you're gonna tie your hair up like that, why do you always leave those bangs out?"
Mimiko leaned in immediately, like an accomplice, "Yeah, is it on purpose? Or did you just forget to tie them? Every day. For years."
Suguru sipped his tea, not reacting. "Disciples should not mock their master's hairstyle."
But the twins were relentless.
Nanako ticked points off her fingers:
* "Option one: you leave them out on purpose because you think it's stylish."
* "Option two: you forgot once, and now you're too proud to admit it."
* "Option three: it's cursed. The bangs themselves are cursed."
"Or option four," Mimiko added dramatically, "he is Geto Suguru because of the bangs."
Suguru set down his cup with exaggerated care. "Perhaps you two should focus less on hair analysis and more on training your cursed techniques."
The twins gasped in mock offense.
"So it is true," Nanako whispered.
"He forgot to tie them once," Mimiko concluded, nodding solemnly.
"And now he's trapped in a prison of his own bangs," they said together, collapsing into laughter.
Suguru closed his eyes, breathed in deeply, and muttered to himself, "This… this is why Gojo never visits." (Geto's a single mother of two)
The twins, of course, heard him.
"Yeah, but Gojo doesn't have the bangs," Nanako shot back.
"Exactly," Mimiko smirked. "That's why he's only half as cool as you."
Suguru cracked the smallest, tiniest smile — so brief it could've been imagined.